Captive .....Part II

As Caelan struggled against the chains that were leading him down further into this hellish abyss he noticed that he was beginning to be able to make out figures and shapes. He was not sure if this was due to his eyes adjusting to the dark, or if there was an eerie light emanating from the surrounding tunnel. Suddenly, he was pulled into a much larger room and then hosted up by his chains. His arms stretched over his head and his feet barely touching the ground beneath him. For the first time he can make out what it was that has been dragging him from his cell. The creatures back was to him and he could make out scaly skin that was a deep grey color. It seemed to change to match the environment because each time it shifted or took a deep breath the scales had the color flow over them life water rolling over its back. It turned to face Caelan and he then saw the face of this menacing creature. Its eyes still blood red surrounding empty pupils, it had the face that contained features similar to that of a human only covered in a leathery serpentine skin. When it snarled at him he could see decaying teeth that looked like had been filed to a point. As it approached he tried not to look away or show fear he wanted to face this demon and be courageous in his actions. The creatures stood directly in front of Caelan now and he could smell the stench of decaying flesh strong on the skin of the monster. It reached up and grabbed Caelan by the neck and stared deep into his eyes. The monsters hand wrapped around his neck, it had a force that felt as if it could rip his head off his shoulders with the slightest movement. He could feel its claws against the back of his neck and finally the creature spoke in a low growling voice. “Welcome to hell Caelan, your soul is now mine and for eternity I will torment it.” His words brought fear into Caelan’s heart and the creature knew this by the damning smile that he displayed. Before Caelan could reply the demon hit him with a force that was supernatural. Not only did he feel the impact on his chest, but as if it had pierced his skin and went straight into his heart. Repeatedly the monster punished him with strikes that felt as if his body were being torn into pieces. His mind tried to find some sense of what was going on, how he got here, what he did to deserve this purgatory. The demon paused and spoke as though he was reading Caelan’s mind, “There is no reason, there is no meaning, only pain.” With that the demon continued his relentless torture until Caelan was unconscious. He awoke in his cell stiff and hurting from his beating. He had never experienced pain like this in his life and the strange thing was he could not make out any place that the demon had hit him. No bruises, no cuts, just unfathomable, endless pain.